Forgive me...that title is a word to myself...
Just to be sure that I haven't entirely abandoned the other page of my web logging, "Write Purpose,"
I posted a bit of a book review, no I would really call it more a book exposure, that I could have just as easily published here on "Bread on the Water," but you will find it here: Robert Raynold's Narrator. It is actually a very fitting post for Valentine's Day because it is circles around the question of what is at the heart of any story one tells.
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My neighbor's daffodils... which she planted and then moved off to Montana |
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Roses are Red, Violets are Blue |
and while I am here,
a happy Valentine's Day to you. This little girl is saying hello to anyone sitting alone today,

the rest of you, as you are not on your own, should do fine on your own.
Now I better get on my donkey and ride...
the rest of you, as you are not on your own, should do fine on your own.
Now I better get on my donkey and ride...